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Sheathed in form-fitting latex, an anonymous figure enters the dimly lit room, the crinkle of rubber echoing like a symphony of seduction. The gas-mask obscures his face, leaving only his intense, hungry gaze visible. He teases himself, running gloved hands over his body, the latex squeaking with each touch. His hardening cock strains against the rubber, the outline clearly visible. He strokes himself through the latex, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. The room fills with the scent of latex and the sound of his ragged breath, muffled by the gas-mask.